Lately, I have been disappointed in myself. Not because of failure at work. Not because of visible collapse. From the outside, I appear functional. Productive. Composed. I complete my tasks. I maintain my routines. I perform well professionally. But internally, something has been unstable for a long time. I hesitated before writing this. Part of me questioned whether it should be public. Another part of me understood that silence has not been serving me well. I have been under constant stress for months. I told myself it was manageable. I believed I was coping because I was still “doing everything as usual.” Then I noticed something small. My smartwatch needed to be tightened by one extra hole. That was the first sign. In the past few months, I have lost more than five kilograms. Since around 2016, my weight has never dropped this significantly. I have already been considered underweight, so the additional loss did not alarm me immediately. If I did not wear a watch, I might not hav...
Let's forget the world for a moment...